Disclaimer: Edward Scissorhands does not belong to me; I think the title of this fic is a song, and that doesn't belong to me either. I just another fangirl that writes stuff that she thinks would be nice if it would actually happen.
She had run away from him, and he had watched her go. Had seen her holding up a hand similar to his, and the townspeople walking away. She didn't bother to give the corpse a passing glance, but she paused, looking up. He could see the sadness in her eyes, hated that he was the cause of it. But she would forget him, and it would be best that way; he couldn't hurt her anymore. Though his heart ached and his lips still burned where she had left a lingering kiss, he managed the smallest of smiles when he imagined Kim being able to grow up normally, without the risk he brought.
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A month passed and the air was still cold, but it hadn't snowed. Kim oftentimes gazed longingly at the hill with the beautiful courtyards and elegant mansion, but she thought little of them. The thing, or rather the person, that never failed to cross her mind daily was the pale boy with the scissor hands. Edward. She allowed herself to say it out loud, and it felt so right on her tongue. But she couldn't go back, it would be wrong; Edward was so much better off without her. She lasted three more days before deciding that she hated herself for being selfish, but she was going to that house.
Edward had been in the attic pensively gazing at the courtyard when he saw her. He blinked a few times, but the approaching girl didn't disappear. He had thought he would only ever see that red hair and lithe figure in his dreams, but here she was rushing up to the house like she visited dangerous men with weapons for hands every day. The first thing he felt was joy, but it was quickly overshadowed by sorrow and concern. She was putting herself at risk by coming near him; she knew well enough what his…hands could do. His heart felt like it was breaking again as he awaited her from his elevated sanctuary, half hoping for her departure, half wanting her to come faster.
Finally she made it to the top of the attic steps. She was out of breath, but her face was flushed beautifully and her smile seemed to light the whole room. When she saw Edward, though, her eyes quickly began to shine with tears. He had more cuts than the last time she saw him, looking haggard and sorrowful. As Kim moved towards him, he took a step back. "I don't want to hurt you again," he mumbled.
Adamant for once, truly committed to seeing this through, she moved forward. He continued his retreat until his head met the sloping roof. Gently Kim traced her hands along the contours of his face. He closed his eyes, and she moved in to touch her lips to his. While their last kiss had been brief and chaste, this one had more passion and lacked the fear fueled by the angry mob. As she pulled away, Kim adjusted his arms so that they were around her like they had been that night. "Being away from you did more damage than your hands ever could."
Carefully, Edward raised a hand, holding it away from his beloved and looking at it sorrowfully. "How can you ever expect to be safe with me? With these?" He moved a few would-be fingers to prove his point.
"Love will find a way."
A/N: This is the first fanfiction I've posted; please review! Constructive critisicism is welcome, flames are not. I was thinking of leaving this as a oneshot, but if enough people want it to continue and I can get enough inspiration, I'll add more chapters.